Carnival

The second and final day of my last ever School Carnival was yesterday. Although, one cannot say for sure that it will be my last ever, as quite a few ex-students, who just can't seem to give good ol' DPS up bunked classes, ran away from families seeing them after four months of college, and generally cutting away other responsibilities to be there. It is heartening to see that Manu Saxena can make up excuses about leaving on a 3: 30 train to Hyderabad to get out of his afternoon lecture, and make it back to school. It gives hope to the least of us.
Anyhow, on to the actual event. The thing started off slowly, very slowly. For the first half hour, the DJ was for some reason playing Shaadi music, the soft slow kind which plays at receptions while everyone is getting tanked up, or waiting eagerly for the food to come. After generally realising that this was getting nowhere, the chap finally turned on the music, and made full use of the mountainous set of amps provided to him.
The DJ, was, of course, in true DPS carnival tradition, worse than the one last year. Okay, fine, he was better, but his style was really cramped by the fact that
a)He played Dhoom Machale five hundred times
b)He was continuously interrepted by idiots who wanted to make it known to 2000 adrenilized dipsites, much angered by the moron stopping their dancing, that they had lost their wallet/watch/camera/mobile/other expensive article and would really appreciate it if we all stopped whatever the hell it was that we were doing, and looked for it. Such an atmosphere of hope our juniors live in.
c)He had to end the thing, on force, at 3 PM sharp, and his last few tracks were, quite frankly, terrible.
Aside from that, it was all good. We danced a decently large amount, and I managed to screw my neck over for the fourth consecutive year, of DPS carnivals. Fortunately, its a much stronger neck now, and its not that badly done over, should be allright by the afternoon.
For a mighty large, and varied school, there sure is a lack of variety in dressing, I must say, of the students. Pretty much everyone turned up in some form of Jeans/T-shirt combination, and I was looking kind of out of place in Kurta-jeans, which strangely enough, no one else wore.
Other notable fronts in the fashion department were Ishita (Flower-girl) and her Dorothy Shoes (if she clicked em together, she'd go back to Kansas), and of course, Shravan and his falling jeans, which Copal wanted to take off post haste. Jeans aside, some junior did oblige with his shirt, and did a Salman Khan while dancing. Hats off to the chap, nasty bugger made the DJ stop for a good five mins, he should have been tomatoed decently for that.
Right, so everyone was in the "last time ever" frame of mind, and were on picture patrol, taking group snaps left right and center. I'm doing the great service of taking snaps from everyone's digicams, and putting them all onto one nice CD. Ain't I the best?
The day did not end, however, with the ending of the Carnival. This is because it ended at 3 30, and nobody in their right minds was about to give up after that. Besides, I had birthday present shopping to do, and in my clearly exhausted condition, I decided to walk to Priya, thus indulging in a watered down version of a banned pastime, The Priya March. The actual Priya march, does not, I have heard, involve much of marching, and is conducted on large trucks, which carry the pseudo marches to Priya. I, however, prefer my techniques better, and would actively participate in it again. Anyone care to join me?
Around the end of the carnival, Vidz (for whom I attempted to buy the budday present, instead failed miserably, and decided to have ice cream at nirulas with assorted company instead) showed up towards the end, and went on to watch a movie with PC, Karan, Daffy, Manav and Smita, which later resulted in big big trouble. This is what happens when you go watch Garfield and ditch your friends. Blah!
Not only that, Smita and Daffy for some reason decided to get on PC and Vidz's case, in a fashion that was much reminiscent to what happened to me in Camp, in class 11. It goes something like this.
"You're really close friends, are you sure you're just friends?"
"So why won't you go out with her?"
There are no good answers to these questions, for the simple reason that they will all get you in trouble with Vidz. lets face it, its a nasty game to play.

Diwali is tomorrow, but for the usual reasons, this year family is not celebrating, so one will, for a change, sit at home and...umm...well I don't know what I'll do actually, can't remember the last time I was at home the day before, and the day of diwali. Usually out visiting people. But, such is life.
I may write about the whole festival thingummy tomorrow. For now, adoo.